Page 48 of Sundown Somewhere

“It’s supposed to be,” he replies, reaching out and grabbing my hips. His fingers dig into the soft flesh that surround them, his eyes going dark, and for the first time in my life, I’m not self-conscious about my love handles. “That was kinda the point.”

“We should at least make something about you.” I lean forward, placing my hands on his shoulders, pressing my forehead to his. Fighting the urge to kiss him, I suck in a deep breath, inhaling his scent, memorizing it. “Tell me a secret.”

Tell me a secret…our childhood code for asking what the other was thinking. Who knows where it came from or how it stuck, but it did, and still makes plenty of appearances in our grown-up life. Usually when we want to pry something out of the other.

“I’m thinking really dirty thoughts about you right now.”

“That is not a secret, Huxley Hayes,” I scold, pushing back, giving him a Britney Spear-esque shimmy, making my tits shake. His eyes go wide, and my heart leaps right as a bolt of lust shoots straight to my core—success. “Because I’m doing the same about you.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

Licking my lips, I give him a wink. Something inside me wakes up. No, not wakes up—comes alive. Because I don’t think this was just sleeping. This is something—a boldness—I’ve never felt. I draw in a deep breath, summoning whatever power that boldness has, running my hands down Hux’s chest, tracing along his tattoos and the ridges of his muscles.

“Like what if I were to remove these…” I tease, sneaking my finger inside the elastic of his briefs. His skin is soft, warm, and wet from the sweat. My mouth waters, my mind suddenly fixed on the question of how salty his taste would be if I lick him there. “And then⁠—”

Hux moves too quickly for me to react, wrapping an arm around me and yanking me into his lap.

“This is where you belong,” he whispers, his voice harsh even in the hushed tone. I nod, unable to find my words, my heart racing. One hand firmly on my hip, Hux lifts the other, brushing his thumb over my nipple. I whimper, the sheer pleasure of that one swipe enough to send my thoughts into a tailspin. “Got it?”

I nod, unable to speak as he does it again. And again. Shit, that feels good. Letting go of my hip, he starts in on the other side, and I’m doomed.

Pure lust takes over, my desire to let it and him consume me flowing throughout my body at a rapid pace. There’s no use in fighting it, not that I want to. Because I don’t know that I’ve ever felt this wanted.

I think Hux knows it too, because soon enough his fingers are replaced by his mouth, his tongue swirling around the already taut peak. I cry out, not sure my body can take it. Hands flying to his head, I run my fingers through his hair, trying to hold on for dear life.

“These were the first boobs I ever saw in real life,” Hux says, looking up at me, tongue dancing across my skin. “That game of truth or dare in Jake Wright’s basement in the seventh grade.”

“They weren’t anything all that special back then.” I laugh under my breath. I remember that game and simultaneously feeling so stupid that I had flashed Hux, and grateful that out of everyone, it was him. “Not that they are now either.”

“The fact that I went home and jerked off to the thought of them back then begs to differ. And now…” He thrusts up into me, his hard-on brushing against my clit, making me want more. “Still beg to differ. They’re perfect.”

I fight back a moan, my core on fire thanks to that last move. I shift in his lap, circling my hips, trying to find the right angle, searching out the delicious friction I’m now craving.

Sliding his hand into my hair, Hux kisses me. Hard, fast. Like he needs this kiss to breathe. And it stops my world. Because, in the blink of an eye, it’s like I need this kiss to breathe as well. Our tongues tangle in a choreography they seem to know all too well for only being recently acquainted, and I never want to stop. I want to feel this same way—safe, secure, happy—for all of time.

But then Hux moves. His hand glides down my body, a sheen of sweat paving the way, dipping in between us and finding my core. My very wet, wanting core. My pussy aches for his attention, calling his name, and as his fingers slide their way into me, I forget where I am.

“Fuuuuuck…”

“Well, you see, Marge…”

I freeze.

An older-sounding voice fills the air, our view still shrouded by the steam. I can’t see anything but Hux and the cloud that surrounds us, but two muffled voices followed by shuffling cut us off. I swallow hard, my heart racing, but Hux doesn’t think twice, giving me a wink, lifting a finger from his free hand to his lips to signal me to be quiet, while starting to work my pussy with his other hand.

“Hello?” he calls out.

My eyes go wide, and I bite down on my bottom lip, pleasure coursing through me as he continues to play. The devilish smile creeping across his face says he knows exactly what he’s doing, and I don’t know if I should kiss him or smack him. Not that I can think straight right now. It’s all I can do not to cry out, my knees wobbling from all this goodness, and I’m not even standing.

“Oh, is someone else in here?” the voice calls out.

“Yup, back here, we’re just…stretching…post massage,” Hux calls out, answering the man.

Stretching…

He continues his tease, circling my clit in wide strokes but never actually giving it proper attention, driving me damn near insane. My limbs are almost jelly, my pulse skittering with each swipe and each tease of his fingertip at my entrance. Holy hell, this man knows what he’s doing.

“That’s my girl…” Hux whispers directly into my ear. “Do you like that? Like me playing with your pussy knowing that someone else is in here? That we could be caught any second?”